Hand On Hand

The duo, one and two Beside each other, complete opposites An odd number beside an even number, That was them hand on hand. Street past street, running and gazing, As the street lamps turn on The sun gradually becomes unknown as The moon steals his role, round and round Like their feet on pathways almost dancing Hand on hand, while red cars drive by. He doesn’t whisper her name this one time He simply observes, her awe for the world, The city, oh that city, They called home. ~ Andrea Beyer